Date: Wed, 26 Jul 1995 20:59:31 -0400
From: jfrankel@intr.net (Jarrett Frankel)
Subject: heartland_feelings.crd
Song: Heartland Feelings
Artist: Beck
From: Golden Feelings (Sonic Enemy)
Transcribed By: Jarrett Frankel (jfrankel@intr.net)
with much help from John McCain.
Date: July 26, 1995
Here`s a sprawling yet immensely jolly epic from the current Slack
Laureate of these United States: Beck. If you liked Mexico, this one`s
for you. You can hear this cut on his cassette-only release from a few
years back, Golden Feelings, released on the independent label Sonic Enemy.
This will have to do until the new DGC album hits the streets, huh? By the
way, I`ve placed the chords over the lyric that marks the progression.
However, the last time I uploaded a file to Nevada, things shifted out of
place. Beware and enjoy.
Spoken word intro:
What we`re talking about here is kind of a...it`s a...Heartland Feeling.
Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen-feeling.
Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer:
John Couger Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger;
That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling.
You know, a real powerful, approving music
Of a Heartland quality, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can`t get just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them.
C
Old Man Johnson got his head in his hand
Makin` his way across state in a fiddlin` band
Am
With his hair all down in his eyes
C
And the microphone all covered with flies.
When he gets done playin` goes back to his room
Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots
Am
And he picks up a magazine turns on the TV
C
Lights a cigar as he`s fallin` asleep.
F C Am
Well he`s only a person...who doesn`t know shit.
F C Am(let ring)
Yeah nothing happenin`...that`s about it.
C
Yeah......
C
Well, little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana.
Am
Came into town not lookin` for much
C
Well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch.
She got a job at the arcade takin` quarters
But she was never too good at takin` orders
Am
So one night she stopped givin` out change
C
She kicked the boss in the chin and unplugged the games.
F C Am
She`s only a person...who doesn`t know shit.
F C Am(let ring)
Nothin` happenin`...That`s about it.
C
Ooh, ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
C
Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night.
Am
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home,
C
He was cold and he had a headache.
Well his wife was cookin` canned beans,
He took out all the money out of his jeans
Am
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
C
As his wife handed him a drink.
F C Am
He was only a person...who didn`t know shit.
F C Am(let ring)
Nothin` happenin`...that`s about it.
C
Uh, yeah, oh. Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
C
Smiley was lookin` for handouts
sleepin` in a abandoned lighthouse.
Am
Down at the mini-mall shakin` his hat
C
Washin` windows with his bare hand.
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy.
Am
He took a joyride drove into a hedge
C
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head.
F C Am
Well he`s only a person...who doesn`t know shit.
F C Am(let ring)
Nothin` happenin`...that`s about it.
C
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah.
C
Well Jane was born in a small town
Everybody just standing around.
Am
They had bingo games and a raffle,
C
everybody chewin` tobacco.
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?).
Am
And she got a job at the truck stop
C
And she got all fast and never did what she wanted
F C Am
And she`s only a person...who doesn`t know shit.
F C Am(let ring)
Nothing happenin`...that`s about it.
C
Yeah, yeah, yo...
Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.
Woo, ooh, ooh....
_________
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